[Briar Rose, Peggy will insist, remains the worst code name that she could possibly have to bear. It's bad enough that she'd woken up to her files saying that, but when her subordinates in the office continued to use it on missions, she thought perhaps she might have to invite them to target practice and remind people where her accuracy might hit, with enough anger. She's hardly a helpless maiden or damsel or anything and Peggy has to wonder, later, if this bitterness is why she had so fervently determined that she and only she would be taking on the newest mission.
There's a man suspected of being a covert agent for a Hydra cell and he's going to be at a popular club this weekend. Better, the man is a hermit for the most part and he has a very specific type, which is why Peggy had closed the file quickly and insisted that she'd be the one to take this mission, thank you, and no, she didn't need another lecture about the differences between the 1940's and the present (Barton) and no, she didn't need help picking an outfit (Romanoff).
Unfortunately, there is one person whose approval that she needs. Well, not precisely approval, but she needs to at least tell him that she's going. Ever since she'd woken up from the ice (thanks to Howard's machinations), she's been so immensely grateful for Steve's presence in her life. Sometimes, though, she has to wonder if she isn't simply burdening him with her presence and whether he's going along with things because this is how they used to be.
Shaking that off, she turns to the mission at hand and the task -- letting Steve know what she intends to do. Lucky for her, she can do that while she gets ready and as soon as she arrives back to the shared accommodations, Peggy swiftly launches into a greeting that bypasses the small talk and goes right to the mission parameters, deliberately avoiding looking Steve in the eye because if he thinks that he's able to shut this down, he's got another thing coming.]
I'll be out at the club with a backup revolver and I'll have contact with ops the whole time. You are not to interfere. I'm the man's type and I know that I can have any secret I want from him within an hour, maybe even less, if you stay away," she warns. "I'm the best one for this job. It's mine and mine alone. [This is all said quite breezily ignoring the part where she hadn't allowed anyone else to get close.]
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Date: 2017-10-29 10:20 pm (UTC)There's a man suspected of being a covert agent for a Hydra cell and he's going to be at a popular club this weekend. Better, the man is a hermit for the most part and he has a very specific type, which is why Peggy had closed the file quickly and insisted that she'd be the one to take this mission, thank you, and no, she didn't need another lecture about the differences between the 1940's and the present (Barton) and no, she didn't need help picking an outfit (Romanoff).
Unfortunately, there is one person whose approval that she needs. Well, not precisely approval, but she needs to at least tell him that she's going. Ever since she'd woken up from the ice (thanks to Howard's machinations), she's been so immensely grateful for Steve's presence in her life. Sometimes, though, she has to wonder if she isn't simply burdening him with her presence and whether he's going along with things because this is how they used to be.
Shaking that off, she turns to the mission at hand and the task -- letting Steve know what she intends to do. Lucky for her, she can do that while she gets ready and as soon as she arrives back to the shared accommodations, Peggy swiftly launches into a greeting that bypasses the small talk and goes right to the mission parameters, deliberately avoiding looking Steve in the eye because if he thinks that he's able to shut this down, he's got another thing coming.]
I'll be out at the club with a backup revolver and I'll have contact with ops the whole time. You are not to interfere. I'm the man's type and I know that I can have any secret I want from him within an hour, maybe even less, if you stay away," she warns. "I'm the best one for this job. It's mine and mine alone. [This is all said quite breezily ignoring the part where she hadn't allowed anyone else to get close.]